The Iroko warlord
Is dressed in garment of blood
Phalanges on the trigger of blood
Hairs drip blood
Ears hear blood
Bloody eyes fiercely stared blood
And the threateningly lips spoke blood
Boots mark prints of blood
As he marches on blood
To commit yet more blood
On already blood soaked nation
Avarice motives blurs his vision
Deafens his ears
Catapults his emotion
To catatonia.
(Monday 1st May,1997)
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